I really really really really hope you all are liking the story. :) I promise you answers really soon guys. Its coming. Not the end, no we're not even close to the end. Edward wont be a mystery too much longer...well he will be, but he'll be less of a mystery.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Stephanie Meyers
Bella Pov
"Wake up, Bella!" I hear a voice say, and my eyes slowly flutter open. I'm met with piercing, dreamy green eyes. Is this real? I swear I left the hotel room.
I gaze around the dimly lit room, and realize that I am home. That means...
My eyes snap to his. "You broke into my-" a hand quickly covers my mouth. What does he think, I'm going to scream? I thought about it. I should do it, because he broke into my fucking house.
I bite his hand, and narrow my eyes at him. He snatches his hand back and examines it, before looking back at me. "How did you-"
"I made myself a key" he answers honestly, and laughs at my expression change. My eyes are wide because I'm so fucking shocked.
"You just-you made yourself a fucking key? You took my keys? When?" I quickly get up in search of a light switch.
"When I gave you a key to the hotel." he answers quickly, and with a sort of brush off like its not a big deal. "Now you tell me something. When the hell were you going to tell me you quit the bar"
"Why is that any of your business" now I'm defensive.
"Any of my business? Bella, you are my business" I've only heard him raise his voice at me a few times, but never like this. He's really upset. He turns his back to me, and runs a hand through his hair with a tug, before quickly turning back towards me. "Why did you leave me"
That's what he's angry about? Really? Did he forget that he left me first? "Why did you leave me"
Realization dawns on him, and his face falls a bit. I want to know why. "I had a last minute meeting. But you know that already. You had my phone"
"And you left me for this little meeting late at night" now I'm pissed. "And you expected me to just wait for you?"
"Baby, you were asleep" he says like its the answers for all of our problems. That, it is not!
"And I woke up in a terrible state, and you weren't there" i all but shout at him as my emotions get the best of me. I pick up the closest thing to me and I launch it at him. He's about to get a touch of the crazy.
He ducks quickly, and whatever I threw at him goes flying over his head. I throw something else, I think I even throw my purse. "Damn it, Bella!" he shouts and comes full force towards me grabbing my arms. "Stop"
"Is that why you haven't had sex with me?" I ask him, and he looks all around my face, confusion written all over his. "Is that why you're so tired" I ask quietly, in defeat, and he releases me from his hold. His head drops, and he shakes it.
"I've been tired because I can't fucking sleep without you" He admits. "I haven't had sex with you, because I don't want you thinking that I just want you for your body."
He smiles, and I return it genuinely, pushing back my craziness. I don't want to be mad at him. I just want him to only want me. I want him to understand that just like I'm his, he's mine. No one else can have him.
"I'm sorry" I cover my face to hide my teary eyes. They won't spill over though. I refuse to let them. I've survived worst than this. I will not let this be what breaks me down. Be strong, Bella!
He moves my hands, and pulls my bidy towards him, hugging me close. "You don't know what you mean to me"
How can I know, if he doesn't tell me? He has all of these secrets, and I'm just supposed to forget that they exist?
I'm aware that by not coming right out and asking who Tanya is, I'm allowing this situation to pass, but I know for a fact that I will not like the answer I'll get.
Isn't that what women do? Dig and dig until we find out the truth, because we can't fucking help ourselves. Then when we find out the truth, we get upset because it's not the truth that we hoped for. I don't want to be that woman. I'm blissfully ignorant, and it doesn't bother me much, because I've got him. He's mine, in every sense of the word.
"Come to my birthday party as my date, this weekend" it's not a question, but I find myself smiling brightly and nodding, actually excited.
"Ok"
X
"You want to buy me a dress"
I'm standing in front of a very fancy storefront boutique with Edward by my side trying to push me in, but I'm frozen. Lindsey's, that's the name of the store, and I can already tell that I can't afford a fucking thing in there.
"From here"
"Yes baby, now come on." he tries to pull my arm, but I'm still frozen in front if the store. I catch one of the sales ladies, fixing her cleavage, well, more like making sure her tits are on perfect display. Definitely not for my benefit.
I almost laugh at the attempt to catch my mans attention. He loves my thighs and ass, and the fact that my tits are real is an added bonus. But I know my man. His attention would not be caught by a flash of boob. My man is most definitely more of an ass man.
"Can I help you" the one with the big tits comes over and speaks only to Edward. He laughs, and then turns to me.
"Me? No. There's nothing in here that you can help me with, but my girlfriend needs a very nice dress for a very big night" He flashes me a big dazzling smile, so big in fact, that it almost overshadows the fact that he just called me his girlfriend. He just called me his girlfriend!
I slowly walk into the store, my mouth hanging open as I stare at him. He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. He still hasn't kissed my lips, and eventhough I'm a little disappointed, I know it's coming. It has to be.
After an hour of trying on dresses, I settle on a very blue, think royal blue, one shoulder cocktail dress, with an amazing split on the side. Actually it's an asymmetric split that alnost gave Edward a heartache. I just laughed at his facial expressions.
"I can't believe you're buying me a dress and it's your birthday" I tell him as we follow behind the sales lady to the counter to ring us up.
I refuse to look at the price, instead I focus my attention on Edwards glorious face.
"I'm happy to do it. I wish you'd let me buy you more than one" he hands the lady his card, but never once looks away from me to her.
"Maybe next time"
The corner of his mouth twitches into a lopsided smile."There's no maybe Bella. I'll spoil you as often as I please"
I roll my eyes, and grab the dress from the lady. I turn to smile at her, but her eyes are glued on Edward. I know what she's thinking, because I've been thinking it every day since I fucking met him. He's a fine male specimen sent from God himself. He is gods gift to women all over. Wait, scratch that! He's gods gift to me. I plan on keeping him.
X
"Order up, Table 10"
I'm annoyed. Like really annoyed. Emotional, and annoyed! So I've been stomping around with a scowl on my face, daring someone to try me. My patience is thin, and really, really close to none, so I've given the hostess a warning. Two tables max. Its going to fuck up my money, but at least I slim my chances of being written up for losing my cool, and ripping a customer a new asshole.
On my way to the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of bronze hair and realize that I know that head of unruly, untamable sexy hair. I know it really well actually, especially after this mornings activities. He came to my apartment, woke me up, and soon after he had his head between my legs, lapping, and sucking on my clit like his life depended on it.
When he finished, he told me my pussy was fucking addicting and if he didn't get his fix early in the morning he'd be going through withdrawals all day.
I fussed at him again for making a copy of my house key without my permission, and he waved me off quickly, and then proceeded to fuck me lifeless. He will give my key back, and wait for me to offer him one. Every since he told me that he made a copy, he's just been showing up unannounced, like he lives there, which he most certainly does not. He has a home that he refuses to go to for whatever reason.
On his way out of my door, fully dressed in a grey suite, which made him look a bit older than his twenty nine years, but still sexy as hell, he said that he was working all day. As I look on at him smiling with his company, I see nothing work related going on, and I immediately notice my error. I let him get away with this. I am letting him just fuck me whenever he pleases, while fucking others as well.
He has his hand at the small of her back, guiding her to the hostess stand. The woman is stunning, and she actually makes me feel like shit the longer I stare at her.
She doesn't make me feel like shit because of how good looking she is, but more so how good she looks with him. They make a stunning couple. They are both impeccably dressed, well groomed and polished from head to toe, and it makes me think twice about my daily attire.
This is the gap between our worlds that I often think about when we're not together. Not when we're together though. No, my thoughts have no way of straying when we're together. He makes sure to capture my undivided attention.
Rose comes out at the exact moment they are being seated at her table, and she has my table's drink orders. I stop her and point.
"Look"
She does, and when she sees him, her eyes widen. "Who's that? Sister maybe"
"Absolutely not" I can tell they are cozy, from the way his hand is resting on her back side, and now by how they are leaning in to speak to each other. "Who has that table?" I ask Rose, and watch as a mischievous grin spreads across her face.
"Bree has that table, but I'm sure she won't mind switching" Rose starts to go back in the kitchen, probably to get Bree, but I stop her.
"No, let her keep it" I tell Rose, and her smile widens.
"What's going on in that devious mind of yours"
I shake my head, and look back at the table. The woman is leaning close across the table with her hand resting ontop of Edwards. I loose all of my wits about me. No one else touches him! My emotions take over me, mind, and body. I'm thinking violently, and possessively, and I don't think there's a way to reign these emotions in. I want to physically hurt him for letting her touch him, and I want cut off her hand for touching him.
I can actually see mental images of me coming out of the kitchen, knife in hand, ready to chop away.
"Bella, you're shaking, sweetie" Rose points out, and I slowly tear my eyes away from the happy couple, and look at my friend.
"That's because I feel like murdering him" I tell Rose, and her eyes widen. I'm shaken up by my own eerily calm voice. I'm so not calm.
I see Bree approach their table happily and take their drink orders. Edward laughs at something Bree says, but the woman just looks on with her nose stuck up in the air. Snooty little bitch!
Bree comes bouncing over in my direction, and Rose stops her. "Bree, whatever Bella says, do it" Rose commands.
Bree sizes me up. She doesn't like me very much, and I have no fucking clue why not. "Why should I"
Rose looks like she wants to smack Bree for having an attitude, but I don't want a fight to break out so I jump in.
"I'll give you my tip money" i say quickly, and both of them look at me like I'm crazy. Bree smiles.
"Deal. I don't fucking care what it is" she rubs her hands together, excited.
"That table over there" I point towards the object of my distress. She nods. "Find out what she is to him"
Bree looks up at me, her eyebrows furrowed. "That's it?"Bree's voice is high pitch now. "I was going to ask anyway. God damn it, he's one sexy son of a bitch."
"You can't have him" I tell her forcefully, and through grit teeth. Where's all of this possessiveness coming from all of a sudden?
"Fine, fine. I'll be right back" she goes into the kitchen, and comes out with two glasses of water, heading to Edwards table.
Edward thanks Bree, while the snooty bitch continues to look through her menu.
Bree says something, and places her hand on Edwards shoulder. I tense up wondering what the fuck she's doing. She's fucking flirty with him. She's flirting with my man.
I start to just say, 'fuck this shit' and walk over when I see that something Bree said or did, got the womans attention. She drops the menu, and holds up her left hand. There's clearly a big ass rock there. I mean, a big ass fucking rock, on her ring finger. What in the almighty fuck? He's married?
I lose my shit quickly, not able to control my feet. I walk and walk until I'm standing right behind Bree. Neither of them see me yet, but snooty bitch does. She eyes me carefully, and then glares at me, like she knows who I am.
I clear my throat, ready to end this shit. Fuck him, and fuck her! I'm so fucking angry, I find myself even saying fuck this job. I'm about to make a scene.
"Bree, I would get out of the line of fire if I were you"
As soon as she moves and Edward sees me, he stands quickly with wide eyes. The sight of him almost brings tears to my eyes. He's so beautiful, so amazing, so smart, so bossy, so loveable, so caring, and so not mine. The saddest thing about it is that I trusted him wholeheartedly. From the very beginning. This is something that should have been said in the beginning, and it wasn't. He'd used me, and tricked me, and betrayed me. He's a liar, and a manipulator.
"Edward" I say softly, and surprisingly my voice is controlled. I expected it to be shaky, like my emotions. They are rattling within, ready to burst, and not in the form of tears. Oh no! He's not that lucky.
I grab his shoulders and shove him back in the seat. "Sit" I tell him, and he huffs, looking up at me, fear in his eyes. He should be afraid.
"Um, hello! Who are you?" The woman asks, but I ignore her. Edward does as well. We're just staring at each other, having a silent conversation. Mostly it's going like this...
"Let me explain"
"Fuck you"
"Baby, I'm sorry"
"I'm going to kill you"
"Let me make it up to you"
"You're a low-life, son of a bitch"
Can you guess which is the voice in my head? Its the one not begging.
He can try and let his eyes beg and plead for him, but it's no good. I'm pissed off.
In the midst of our silent conversation, I see him open his mouth, ready to speak, but he's cut off by a smack. A very hard smack. A very hard smack delivered by my palm.
I use his momentarily distracted state, and climb up on his table so that everyone in the restaurant can see me. I am in my arena, my playground, my field. This is what I do best, and he is so not prepared. Well, he should be. When he met me, I was causing a scene, and I was ridiculously emotional then, and not coping well, but this...this is worst. This is my heart at work, speaking for me.
I point down at him, and he stands, trying to grab me off of the table.
"Someone get her off the table" I hear Edwards wife say. "She is fired. I want her fired!"
This pisses me off further, so I take both of the waters on the table and hold them upside down over Edward, watching as the liquid, and the ice fall over his very very expensive suit. I kind of wish I had something other than water to pour. Something that would actually damage the suit. This will do for now.
"Bella, get the fuck off the table" he makes a grab for me, but I back up, almost falling on his wife.
"Why? Were you planning on fucking me on this table in front of your wife? That would be something new for us" he drops his head, and shakes it from side to side.
"This man" I point at Edward, and look around the restaurant to all of the stunned faces. "Is a lying, cheating, scumbag" I announce to the room, before I'm yanked off of the table and into a hard chest, rather roughly. I shove away from Edward, and see that he looks almost in pain. This is a new look.
"You're a fucking loser" I smack him again, then I look at the woman. "Does he kiss you" I have to know. Then it dawns on me. This is why. I look back at Edward, and will myself not to cry. "This is why you won't kiss me. Of course you're intimate with your wife, but not with the whore you keep locked in a hotel room." I shout in his face. I am quickly losing my shit.
The woman sits there wide eyed, staring at us in horror. We've attracted a bit of attention-no wait! What I meant to say was that I attracted alot of attention.
I feel like I've just been punched in the gut. My eyes snap to the woman, then back to look at Edward, and I see him running a hand through his hair, and tugging.
"Bella, it's not what it-" he shakes his head, trying to get words out, but I don't want to hear it.
"Shut up!" I shout at him. "A wife, Edward? You have a wife!" I shout, and he grabs each of my wrists, knowing full well that I was probably going to hit him again.
I tug my arms away, and walk backwards til I hit a table. I turn and see a couple sitting there watching the scene with wide eyes.
I grab a drink from their table, and throw it in his face. Then I throw the glass onto the ground, and it shatters loudly, causing people around us to gasp. Snooty bitch has her left hand over her mouth, to hide her shock, and the flash of her diamond is the last blow to my gut. "Go to hell!"
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